CORNELIA - ELENA DIMA - A TRIP IN A BOOK

Cornelia-Elena Dima 
Economic College VIILOR, Bucharest
A TRIP IN A BOOK

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                                                                                                    Himalaya, page 182

Hello, my little Dolly,
    

      Right now, I got to the middle of the trip, I am on page 182! Mother was right, this is a thrilling book. At about page 32, a carnivore plan was ready to eat me. It resembled to the Cobra plant, the one we have in the hall and which you don’t like as a rule. There, in the jungle where I was, the plan was gigantic. Bravely, a skipped to page 33 and escaped with my life. I made friends with a very puffy little monkey, named Cikita, which drags me into trouble all the time and disappears when you expect less. 
    I got into a dark and sinister cave, somewhere on page 48. I don’t know how, at its end there was a strong light and rocks had turned into crystals. I should not forget to tell you about the adventure in Sahara. Little Cikita disappeared like charm and I found myself with a very lazy camel in her place. It didn’t want to move at all, so we couldn’t look for any oasis. I a-ban-donned it! After a few steps, the sand moved and I fell in a tunnel! I have never been so scared in my entire life!
    On page 61, I got to Atlantis city, where Cikita, the little monkey that now had earrings, was riding a seahorse. I was riding a stingray. How bizarre! There, all beings were speaking like people; they were even doing everything like them. The horseshoe crab was gathering metals in something like a pile, maybe it was rusty iron or maybe a sculpture? The stripped murine was dancing with each centimeter of its body (and it had about 80!). The snail fish was pushing its glasses on its nose and was reading the gossips in the local papers to comment them with its friend, the Portuguese dreadnought in their evening show on TV. One moment, though! How do I know their name and who they are? I don’t have time to find out because I am on page 84, near a castle. The ground shook because a volcano was about to erupt. I turned into a small robot that looked well like Mario, my brother’s favorite toy. Like from nowhere, Cikita appeared. We jumped from a rock to another till we got to the top. The castle was very small now; I turned my back to it – I don’t think I’d see it again. I descended on the other side of the mountain with a surfboard, made of rocks, to the foot of the volcano. There, we found a small tunnel which we walked. Then, Cikita and I had to swim. We had just taken our heads out of the water to breathe, when a coconut fell from the sky, hit me and I swooned. 
    I woke up and I saw that my feet were on page 182. I am in Himalaya, in a yeti’s house. His wife cooks quite well. In the morning we ate yak lard on a slice of bread, some strange bread, sandy but tasty in a way. We drank some yellow milk. I miss my mother’s hot chocolate and her cocoa and peanut biscuits that I would give you under the table when she wasn’t paying attention.
    I am waiting new adventures, and I will write to you about them as soon as possible, my dear. I hug you with love and I hope to see you soon, my sweet Dolly! Do some tricks and show mother that I’m missing her!
         With love, 
            Your friend, Nelly